C6 Primerism

Three days later, Wyer walked to Riester, who looked like a barbarian, with a pained expression, "It has been hard on you this past half year, child." After he finished, he patted Riester's shoulder heavily. His eyes were as sincere as if the person who threw Riester into the group of pigs and told him to be careful with a mischievous smile was just an unrelated passerby.

Riester, who experienced the pain himself, seemed to have matured a lot. Or it could be said that he was used to the strangeness of a teacher, "No, Instructor. Thanks to you, my hands and feet are still fine, so it's not much of a pain. " Riester said with a similar sincere tone. His eyes were firm and fearless, as if the teacher in front of him was a saint who had walked out from a Holy Scripture.

The wide-eyed Riester surprised Wyer for a moment, but within two seconds he was happily squinting his eyes and thinking, "This kid is full of my appetite." Interesting. Not only was her talent strange, but her mentality was also very high. Interesting.

Wyer had never thought that a child that was cared and cared for by everyone for more than ten years would be thrown into the forest after a few days of stuffing education.

Not long after entering the forest, Riester fell into an unreal state of mind. His surroundings and the pain in his body made him panic and want to escape, but his expectations for his dream allowed him to persevere.

The chaotic Riester gradually found a way out, which was to treat everything as a game. This mindset of not taking reality seriously had allowed his heart to bear the burden. Only then, did his restless heart slowly calm down.

Except for the few times when his life would be in danger, he could only drag him out of this dream-like state. It was only in the last two months that the huge crisis and desire for power completely changed Riester's mentality. His seemingly serious and indifferent game mentality was twisted together with the pure determination buried deep within his heart. Gradually, he could not differentiate between the personality that was expressed in order to escape pain and the pure faith that he had always believed in.

Now, Riester's attitude was relaxed and calm on the surface, but his heart was burning with determination and perseverance. It could be said that the change Riester's adoptive father hoped for had already begun to take a big step forward, even though the process wasn't very safe.

However, to Riester, whose eyes were shining and he was rubbing his hands in excitement, all of this didn't matter anymore.

Although it was not in accordance with the rules but today his master was going to teach him the art of divinity.

Perhaps, this was the first time that Riester was happy about his mentor's reckless actions.

His mentor did not disappoint him, and did not waste any time this time.

"Child, let's first understand what an invention is..." Wyer waved at Riester and sat down without caring if the floor was dirty or not.

Riester was really anticipating the divine arts for a long time. He quickly ran to the instructor's side and sat down cross-legged, looking at him seriously.

The instructor raised his finger that was glowing with a silver light and slowly explained, "This so-called Divine Arts … According to the method of release, it could be divided into two categories, beginner and advanced divine arts. Then, based on my abilities, I can split it into three categories: Auxiliary, Fighting, and Calm. " Speaking of that, Wyer paused for a moment and let Riester think about it a little before continuing, "The difference between a high level technique and a low level technique is the way the Saint Force is used … Child, do you know what a Saint Force is? "

The instructor's sudden question stunned Riester for a moment, but he quickly stirred his brain and thought for a moment before replying: "A type of answer that is like a silver ray of light … "Energy, right?" After saying that, the instructor in front of him shook his head and nodded, causing Riester to be at a loss.

After a moment of consideration, Wyer still shook his head and explained: "Saint Force, obtained through faith, and preserved through prayer. It looked similar to light, but it wasn't. "Although it has powerful strength and a radiant appearance, which meets the requirements of an elemental energy body, it's not energy …" At this point, Wyer turned around and looked at Riester, "What is it?" Wyer answered with a question and continued to open his mouth …

"It is power, the power of faith;

"It is faith, faith in the Lord;

"It is believing, believing in the heart."

The instructor's words made Riester ponder, as if he caught something... Especially the belief in the heart …

"Perhaps, by talking about this point, you have already understood what a Saint Force is. He was the power of faith, the power of. "A type of Mental Energy." The moment the teacher said that, Riester felt the light in his heart flash, and a ball of light burst out from his eyes.

Wyer looked at the golden light threads in Riester's eyes, smiled, and nodded affirmatively: "That's right, the golden light threads in your eyes are also a type of Saint Force. What was interesting was that other than when using the Divine Arts, Saint Force should not be able to see anything else. However, the golden threads in your eyes, if you want them, should be able to display them semi-permanently. This type of mutated Saint Force should be your eyes … " After saying that, he placed his palm, which was shining with a silver light, in front of Riester's eyes and emphasized, "The reason why I can see other people's Saint Force."

Wyer looked at Riester passionately, blinking his eyes and grinning at the same time, he said with a very interesting expression: "Including what you told me before, there's something about the dark qi in your uncles' hands … Tutor I assume, child, that you can see any kind of Saint Force. Or any kind of spiritual power that comes from faith. " Wyer pointed at Riester's eyes. His expression was so assured that it didn't seem like a hypothesis at all.

Hearing this, Riester couldn't help but ask: "Are all uncles pious Radiant Priests? He shouldn't … "It shouldn't be..." Riester gestured with his hands, but he still didn't know what to say.

"There shouldn't be any other beliefs, right?" Wyer said the unspeakable words of the disciple in front of him without any care.

Riester could only nod with a bitter face. He really didn't want to believe that this might be true.

Wyer shrugged. "Child, this isn't as serious as you think. I happen to know your father and some of your uncles. No, I should say I know them. "In the past, they were quite a group of people …" Riester's body shook. These kind and kind uncles and fathers who lived their lives leisurely were famous?

Looking at Riester's shocked expression, Wyer said without a care, "There is a reason why they didn't tell you. In the future, when you have enough strength, you should know. But, forget about it..." Seemingly rather impatient with this topic, Wyer waved his hand and interrupted his own words, "Now, let's talk about the black air."

"First of all, your father and uncles killed a lot of people a few years earlier … Don't ask me why. "

Riester opened and closed his mouth. After thinking for a while, his eyes rolled around and his mouth got blocked by the instructor's words.

"Your father did not have any black air around him, but he also killed a lot of people. "Okay, shut up and listen."

"In the southern part of the continent, for thousands of years, there has always been a saying. It is believed that when a person is killed, the dead will not die completely. Their deepest feelings of unwillingness and hatred before death would be attached to the hands of those who killed them, perpetuating endless pain and resentment. I hope to influence the actions and thoughts of the murderer in this way until the murderer dies... Only then would they truly be at peace.

"Of course, no matter how hard each of the Radiant Priest tried to detect any trace of the Undead, they were all unable to find any trace of the Undead. Very soon, this legend was treated by the Holy Church as a small story to persuade people not to kill people." They think that this is very effective for social stability, but do not explain, let people feel that the credibility of the legend has increased a lot.

"Indeed, from the records of the Church, the commoners' conflicts in the south and the punishments meted out to them by the nobles have resulted in fewer deaths and injuries than in the north. Even the death sentences of the nobles are obviously lesser than that of the north." It couldn't be said to be a bad thing.

"Speaking of which, you should be able to guess it right? All four of your uncles are Southerners, and your father is not. "

Riester quickly interrupted, "But how could they have … This is just a legend, isn't it? "

"The power I believe in is very terrifying." The coach turned Riester over with a wave of his hand, "I said shut up and focus on listening."

When Riester had shut up and sat down in a hurry, Wyer continued, "This is how they were brought up. No parent wants their child to end his glorious future on a whim as a teenager. Even if he joined the church later on, with the Saint Force, there wouldn't be any problems looking at his hands. However, deep down, they still believed that there was something wrong. A little bit of guilt, a little bit of worry, and an occasional mistake could make the words of their childhood echo in their ears. Thus … They do. "

"I believe you..." Riester seemed to understand, but his uncles had always been kind to him.

"I heard you say that the black gas on their hands is very little." Wyer decided to comfort his disciple. In order to prevent this brat from suddenly running back, it was quite troublesome to catch him.

"Um …" "Only a thin layer of it will dissipate." Riester lowered his head and recalled.

"Your uncles also have Saint Force s, it is too early to wait for those powers to affect them. Besides, you don't have the strength to do anything right now. If you want to let your imagination run wild, you might as well work hard to become a priest before going back to help. "

After hearing what his mentor said, Riester temporarily put down his worries.

But he kept his head down, feeling uneasy.

At this moment, the instructor suddenly slapped his bare back, "Raise your head and focus on listening."

The burning pain brought tears to Riester's eyes instantly.

He looked at his mentor in puzzlement, but his mentor continued without moving, "Brat, I know that there are already Saint Force s in your body. Listen... Otherwise, if his fingers were broken … "In that case, you'll have to recover very slowly." The words that came from the Demonification Instructor caused Riester to focus. He had never been this focused before.

"Let us return to the difference between primary and advanced divine arts. In simple terms, elementary divine arts relied purely on the Saint Force s in one's body, while advanced divine arts relied on the resonance between the body and the surroundings. As a result, generally speaking, Saint Force's activation speed was fast, their strength was weak, and their effects were short.

"Advanced Divine Arts is more limited and slow. It requires a long time to chant and an environment filled with Saint Force. For example, there were many believers in or around the church. Although there were a lot of troubles, the advantage was that the strength had more special effects and the sustained effect was also very long. It was said that the highest level of divine arts could activate the mysterious Su Sheng. However, because the conditions were too harsh, there was no record of it being used. Therefore, it might just be a legend. However, no matter what, high-grade Divine Arts did not have much of a requirement towards Saint Force s. As long as the conditions were met and the spiritual force was strong enough, most of them would be able to release about the same amount of power.

"But for Patrolling Priest, like me, your mentor, it's useless to have too many restrictions on high-grade divine arts. So the emphasis was on beginner's divine arts.

"Now, let's learn the Bright Therapy first." Speaking of which, Wyer placed his hand on the spot where Riester was just patted.

"Now, focus your attention on my hands. I will guide your Saint Force a little … Circle... That's right, imagining the Saint Force forming a circuit in his body … Yes, very good. It was almost a lap, wait, it couldn't be too fast … "This way, good, the head and the tail of the circuit are connected." After nodding in satisfaction, Wyer's hand left Riester's back.

"Now, recite or chant out what you understand about faith, what you understand about faith, what you understand about faith... Then imagine a ball of light around your wound, warm, bright, healing yourself. "Huh?" Wyer scratched his head in confusion as he looked at the red handprint that slowly faded away less than two seconds behind Riester. Isn't this too fast? Could it be that this little kid knows more about faith than I do?

Although according to the rules, you can't ask this question, but as a teacher, Wyer still couldn't hold it in and couldn't help but stutter. Child, you did very well. However... Regeneration … Well, your. Of faith. Explain. which passage from the Holy Bright Scripture s? "

Hearing the teacher's strange question, Riester, who didn't think about it at all, tilted his head and started to think.

Ye Zichen looked at Riester's troubled expression. Wyer thought nervously... Actually, asking others about the core of their faith was an unspoken taboo within the Church. Amongst priests, everyone had a different understanding of the faith, and the core of each person's faith could not be known to others. Otherwise, if others simply said a few words to the core of the faith, it might affect the foundation of their faith.

Thinking about this, Wyer changed his words, "If it's inconvenient, tell me the approximate length of your core teachings …" Wyer's core teachings came from the short second stanza of the seventh chapter of the ancient Holy Scripture. It was a poetry of redemption, with a total length of only ninety words. After a long period of training, it only took about three seconds to recite the words in his heart. This made Wyer, who was a genius of the Church, look down on his peers around him, and even some of the common higher-ups.

At that time, other than Wyer himself, the shortest core doctrine was at least 200 words or more. Moreover, it was not always accurate, which meant that Wyer himself was not sure if these 200 words could represent his faith or not. Although the higher-ups never said it, judging from their shocked gazes, they shouldn't be able to compare to Wyer himself.

Now, Wyer wanted to hear a number that would surprise him, but he didn't want to know that he was not as good as his disciple. Thus, he fell into a deep contradiction.

Riester, who heard the teacher's words, nodded his head and raised his hands to make a few finger prints. Then, he raised his head and said in a daze, "Six words."

Wyer knocked a tree out ten meters away with a punch, then leaped up fiercely and landed in front of Riester. He waited until he was close to Riester before he asked with his mouth trembling: "Six …" "One word?" As he asked, he let out a breath from his nose onto Riester's face.

Riester trembled and nodded.

After obtaining a definite answer, Wyer laid paralyzed on the ground, pounding his fist on the ground. One after another, sounds of huge boulders falling to the ground sounded out, and the ground shook wave after wave, causing all the small animals in the surroundings, and even the Devil Beast s in the distance, to flee for their lives in panic.

The ground under his feet cracked due to the tremor. The trees around him trembled due to the loud noise. Riester, who stood beside him and thought that he did something wrong, also wanted to run far away. However, he roughly knew that the instructor was only thinking about something. Furthermore, the power the instructor displayed at this moment made Riester unable to move.

This was definitely not a power that a priest should possess.

Soon, when the third tree fell, Wyer calmed down.

That's good. Very good. The healing incantation was effective once, which meant that the doctrine was useful to his disciple. It was not considered a weak and immature core. Six words... He didn't need to train at all, he could probably say it in a second …

That's right!

Thinking of something, Wyer suddenly stood up, his eyes lit up as he grabbed Riester, "The ancient glory is beckoning to you, child, remember a name, the legendary priest 'Gucci'." Although Wyer's expression was joyful, his finger that was too strong, still revealed the jealousy in his heart.

"Drum..." Flag? " Riester was still in a state of shock.

My shoulder hurts. The teacher's eyes are so scary. I really want to run away.